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Never born because of the air

Stories and News No. 1297 There is a place – or rather I just like the idea that it exists, where a million children continue their journey. We couldn't call them lives for obvious reasons, which will become clearer as the words flow through the heart, even before the overrated brain, but I think they are still worth telling. Also because the pages where people write about concrete and tangible stuff are already crowded enough, that finding space for a dream from time to time can't hurt. I was saying, there is a place where a million children, more or less – I hope in the latter, lives… oops, just are, you know. Like all their peers with a much better fate, they go to school and now we zoom inside a classroom of the huge palace that welcomes them all without any distinction. The desks are thrown there in confusion and the teacher's one is of the same size and so the chair. As if to say, here everyone learns from everyone, and at the end of the year in everyone's fol...

Pollution kills

Stories and News No. 1037 According to the most comprehensive global analysis to date, every year, at least nine million people are killed by pollution , and it costs us trillions of dollars , endangering the survival of human societies. A little paradoxical contradiction, don’t you think? A phenomenon that is economically and at the same time humanly disadvantageous for all, yet neglected. As if we could not see where the dirt, the refusal, the wrong word is, despite being exactly in front of our eyes, hidden in the sheet that contains the story about us... Jack is a small creature. Small as a letter , although he often feels bigger than it is, where he screams his own arrogance with each drop of ink passing through himself. Mario thinks to be modern. Because he is so, until proven otherwise. He lives today before tomorrow, as if tomorrow was nothing more than today you are writing… yesterday. Yes it is, forgetting about what yesterday was, he only cares about the cur...

Polar bear attacks man in tent: Oh sorry

Stories and News No. 733 A tourist camped at the north pole to see the solar eclipse was attacked by a polar bear. The man was brought to a nearby hospital with wounds cured in a few weeks. Oh sorry, but you too... Try to understand me. Because if you do not understand, I come to the hospital to end what I started. Oh sorry, you know, but you... You come up to the North Pole to watch the sky? How weird are you guys? Besides other adjectives banned in every state except the south pole. I've always wondered why someone told me that in the latter bears might say what they want, when they want and especially how. The south pole must be the real land of freedom. Maybe, this is also just another illusion, because if you think the best you always image the other part, as the sky above. Oh sorry, but you... I could not avoid to bite your arm. You would have done the same if you was me. Put yourself in my skin, if you've never done. Besides, if you've never done...

China Harbin city shutdown pollution video storytelling for kids

Stories and News No. 604 China, air pollution has forced the authorities of Harbin, a town of 11 million people, to a city shutdown, closing all activities, urging people to stay indoors. We talk about a poisoning of the air 50 times higher than the maximum allowed. Schools are closed, the children of a fifth grade have to write an essay: tells your days until they return to class. The following is by Yimou, ten years old . Essay. This is my essay. The title is 6. Six stands for six days. The days I'll be here, in the bedroom, in front of the window. My window has only one color, that is two. Light gray and dark gray. The color is not about the window. The glass is transparent, I know. I wish it was not. The outside world is the color, not me. If it were up to me, it would be of any color except gray. Both the glass and the outside world. The type of gray decides our time. Our family time, I mean. Light gray, the holiday will end and my sister and I go back to...